Jocelyn shut her eyes. "I submit! I submit!" She cried. "Just let me out of her. I can't bear to think of everyone seeing me like this!" She wept. She really didn't want tobe nude infront of the world. If only she had been able to keep her clothes on, she would have had this bitch for sure.

Martha leaned in on her some more for a second or two, just to establish her dominance then backed off to let her breathe. "Not bad for a sprout," she scoffed dismissively. "But you could learn from a real woman like me." She tried to hide the expression of pain as her breasts throb and stung

Jocelyn yelped and until she was let go and then quickly reached down and grabbed pieces of her dress to tie around herself and cover up. When she was no longer nude she looked at Martha for a second. "Tch." She spat in defiance, blush still clearly on her face. "I only quit cause I didn't want that ugly ass body of yours all over mine." She then sighed. "But I guess for an old lady you're kinda tough." She admitted begrudgingly.

Martha smirked back, unshaken from her win (though the scattered pain and exhaustion was kicking in with the adrenaline gone). "Of course I am," she said, patting her arm casually before turning and walking up the ramp, actually going out of her way to wiggle her hips and wobble her breasts.